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Empire Aug 2020
tw suicide



it wouldn't be much of a loss
i'm not pretty
i'm not smart anymore
i'm not kind anymore
i'm not loved
i'm not known
my parents would cry...
my sister would cry...
but would their lives change?
would a loved one truly be lost?
if only i could just disappear...
i don't want to ******* be here
this ******* place...
these people...
you'd all be glad if i was gone
Colm Jul 2020
Humming by the rivers run
My feet at a loss for words most forward
Nothing is left in the wake of everything
And I’m certainly not bored
But stop
And by the meadow besideme you may see
Like water or breath
Like droplets of sunlight behind concrete cold
Or faith and love and homeruns high
I need this time like the trees need the sky
And in not knowing I
Find that I cannot breathe in this sort of life
Bones tender
heat within
Closeness & safety abound
Reminders of lust rise inside
They no longer hold us here
We are apart, but alive.
Fears shared, wishes parted
They alone glow beneath me
Heart sounds keep away the dark
I am awake
I am close
I am your thoughts
Warm & Alive as ever
Reminders of comfort
How it kept you safe
Moments of ecstasy rush back
Just to leave you lonesome again
****** again
Those clouds cannot hide your glaces toward me
She sees every one.
Love lost, unwritten story, it is sad and forever and the thing of stories
ecruz Jun 2020
to the past i leave, doors i close for this love i wish for wishes not with me. to flowers i water, to a smile i will bloom from leaving memories behind. to a hand i held, a heart i gave, to hours worked and fed.
to moments i spent gripping at your affections to hours on end for my mind painted excuses so you could remain even for a second inside my lonely head.. i leave this here as my passionate thought, for hopes to disappear and love unlearning and forgetting..

a kiss to her, the yellow dress girl who i held in sleep, and dream as i played with your feet. sung in soul i miss, lips that shed new each day allowed our new kiss, and hands that fit.. for your mind thinks of others like i do of you, i mature in pain, i dive in darker, artistic passionate release..

so my mind shouts without filter as actions slow these thoughts as words can't pierce your heart's ear and my pride is thrown out i am better off without, for with you i was muted in comfort..but now i cry in awkward silence and shift in form, i split in moments, contortional maelstrom discord.

yet our kiss, oomba light bliss lingers in dreams for art or music cant describe...thankful for the dances you shared, the kisses you gave, the words you heard, and tears you shed or should, for when i left that dead sickly night your heart cried for me to stay.. for even a replaceable person like me held a delicate place inside your head not just within your lovely legs..

yet no place or person is home when communication is silent, left with brief moments of hellos n' goodbyes, money signs,and no string attachments which riddle without your true love's involvement which warped thoughts of love's translations in desperate transactions, for actions of love i threw, you ignored my heart turn unloved fury blues.. imitation of your actions i left you on read, and went on "do not disturb" to think of avoiding suffocating misplaying madness...

for love that hurts is no love at all. revenge is bitter i didn't wish to taste ..so to escape dead grass i drag myself to lay and breath with hope i try to forget my dreams,

to see my baby girl..." in love with me. "

undeletable tumblr message:
"Why are you amazing? Why do I feel nervous and impatient when with you, that I want to just kiss that beautiful face of yours? Goodmorning my love~ Have a amazing day, I'll be here thinking of you. <3 cx" - 2014
memory of duck crowding, of beaches shouting, to movies playing, and nights lusting, kisses stolen in time in my mind they do resign... where a white dog saw our first kiss and ***** memories..to hate you is pain and leave you hell, but to live is worst...i dont like me.
Cattatonicat Jun 2020
This place
Is rampant with
People who choose jealousy over love
People who takes their anger out
To those who are in a less advantageous situation
People who would hurt their loved ones
At the sound of their ego crashing

What do we do?
Hawa May 2020
Cigarette buds, wine glasses, and hazy memories.

Unfinished conversation, people.

Room a little less Messier than life.

Still, it's difficult to stay alive.

Crushed hair, cloudy Eyes, heavy deep breath.

Broken nibs of pencils.

Twice half-read Sylvia Plath,

Lana Del Rey songs on loop.

Storylines with crushed characters.

Unfinished poems,

Completely finished thinking capacity.

Stained coffee mugs here and there.

Some as old as the blockage in my pen.
I am unable to finish this as much as I try could you all please help me in giving this a decent end?

It's about the struggles of all of us - The writers/poets and their unfinished stories.

Dedicated to all of us and thanks in advance to anyone who tries to help me with this.
Bailey May 2020
Ringing ears
Bloodshot eyes
Frozen tears

Hazy skies
Red blue cry's
Stone cold memories

These are the symptoms
This is my sentence
My never forgotten

Why did I do this
Faizel Farzee May 2020
covid -19
a killer unseen, without uttering a threat
it has the world pulling at every nerve, it has them down on their knees.
It has people creating songs about going crazy in quarantine
While Trump is really going crazy,
he cant throw money at it
for someone like him, this is unseen,
now his true colours shows
his fake, while the world bleeds
he is still trying to save his stake.
he has ample, yet he still pulls at every last cent.

If you cant see this, he must have stolen your eyes
he keeps it with all his supporters minds,
it's in his refridgerator, he keeps it on ice.
locked in a safe
now they all mindless, so they play by his rules
yet he control the outcome of dice.
he dont care about the human race
you can clearly see it on his unsympathetic face.

Why dint he react in haste,
maybe his just slow?
He is worth 8 billoin dollers, i really dont think thats the case
he cares more about the economy,and  losing face
he knows if the US economy drops
at the table in the whitehouse, he has to set china a plate.
give them the morning paper run their bath
and under his breath, he would have to quietly hate.

He would rather let the world burn,

They miscalculated this whole situation
they thought they were unleashing an attack
they forgot to disable the homing pigeon
it did a 180, knocked at their door, politely disclaimed Hi , I'm back.
Talking about money he has to track, that they paid to create this monster
is it just me or has the whole world been smoking crack.
we glossed over that, i get it  
He can even in song confess, our hands will still be tied
money is power, an intoxicating lust
the jury has already been bought, the justice system unjust.
truths are not pretty, neither is the world
so the darker truths we have to highlight
this whole situation, it's like im living in the zone of twilight
my mind cant compute, it doesnt feel right, what nex, t get abducted at night, now aliens can be real, parralel universes
truth shivering in fright this unholy night.
Torin Apr 2020
Pale horse
From dusk til dawn ridden
Not reading constellations
Stars from our eyes
How many moons?
but still riding on
From dusk til dawn
Destination unknown
Under the black reaching night
No one tells us to sleep
There is no end
Only the miracle
The sun will rise
Stars from our eyes
How many moons?
My empty hands are growling hounds
From dusk til dawn

Our hands
Cities and instruments
Blackboards
Sidewalks
Gardens where flowers grow
And I know if I can make it now
Highways and silver mines
Dawn comes
Bird song
And I look to the west
The miracle of morning

Our hands
Sun up to sun down
The harvest in the fields
The glory in our labor
The consecrated charge
The duty that is our land and our faith
Our hands
Held open to the sky
Competent and capable
To build
To protect as is our chore
To eat
We feast and we repent
Wake up to a new day
And celebrate our blessings
New triple stack Big Macs. How about that? I wonder how burger kings gonna come back from this one.
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